Su Ji, What Are You Pretending to Be This Time

Three days later.

The mountain peak belonging to the Sect Master of the Xiangsi Sect.

Su Ji sat cross-legged right in the center of the luxurious hall.

Around him, the power of one hundred top-tier Spirit Gathering Arrays had been activated to their absolute maximum!

Faintly showing signs of being overwhelmed, they began to emit deafening roars.

Boom!

Correspondingly, the results were gratifying.

Centered around this mountain peak, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred-mile radius completely rioted at this moment!

Visible torrents of spiritual energy converged from all directions, transforming into incredibly thick white qi dragons that roared and madly surged into the hall at the top of the peak.

Up and down the entire mountain peak, the crushed remains of tens of thousands of spirit stones could be seen everywhere. Those spirit stones, which once contained pure energy, had now turned into dust.

The entire area was enveloped in a thick fog of spiritual energy so dense it was almost impossible to disperse.

The disciples of the Xiangsi Sect stared dumbfounded at the terrifying scene, feeling as though their worldview was once again being rubbed into the dirt.

How was this cultivation?

This was clearly devouring the heavens!

Inside the hall.

Su Ji's body had now become a bottomless black hole.

Nearly three million high-grade spirit stones, like a breached dam, transformed into the purest energy and were swallowed whole into his body.

The Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art circulated madly at an unprecedented speed.

The majestic spiritual energy surging into his body didn't even have time to be carefully refined before being directly torn apart by this overbearing cultivation method in an almost barbaric manner, only to be reorganized in a completely new way.

Su Ji's meridians snapped inch by inch under the scouring of this violent energy, only to be reshaped in an instant.

His dantian's sea of qi had long since turned into a sea of chaos.

That once-resplendent glazed Foundation Establishment Dao Platform bobbed violently in the center of the energy storm, its surface covered with fine cracks as if it would completely disintegrate at any moment.

But every time it was on the verge of disintegration, even more majestic energy would surge in, forcibly repairing it and making it sturdier and more condensed.

Destruction before creation, it was exactly like this.

Normally, not to mention how incredibly dangerous this process was, just the pain of reshaping the Dao Foundation over and over again would be enough to cause the soul of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator to collapse in an instant.

However, not a trace of pain could be seen on Su Ji's face.

This was thanks to his cultivation method.

The Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art was not only simple to execute, but it also refused to endure any hardship.

It directly reversed the pain through alternative means.

Instead, it brought an almost enjoyable sense of pleasure.

To Su Ji at this moment, this feeling of wandering on the edge of destruction and rebirth was far more refreshing than any panacea.

It could even rival the feeling of performing the final step to consolidate Su Jiu's treatment.

And he had maintained this extreme enjoyment for two and a half full days.

An unknown amount of time passed.

When the last high-grade spirit stone scattered outside by Su Ji turned to dust.

The one hundred Spirit Gathering Arrays outside also dimmed in light because they could no longer gather any new spiritual energy.

The glazed Dao Platform in Su Ji's sea of qi finally completely shattered with a crisp crack.

However, the shattered Dao Platform did not dissipate just like that.

All the fragments, along with that chaotic energy storm, began to rapidly contract and collapse inward, centered around a bizarre point.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

When all the energy had condensed to the absolute limit.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave suddenly erupted from within Su Ji's body.

The center of that chaos was no longer the glazed Dao Platform.

Taking its place was a faintly shaped palace, suspended in the void.

It wasn't until this moment that Su Ji understood what the so-called Heavenly Palace Golden Core truly meant.

It didn't mean that the Golden Core took the shape of pavilions and terraces.

Rather, anomalous phenomena began to generate around the Golden Core!

The palace was ancient and unadorned, with flying eaves, carved balustrades, and jade steps. Although it was still just a blurry outline, it already exuded a supreme aura capable of suppressing eternity.

Su Ji took a deep breath. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly poured the last surge of majestic energy in his body entirely into that nascent Heavenly Palace.

Rumble!

It was as if a dormant volcano suddenly erupted at this moment!

The spiritual fog around him began to dim at a visible rate.

The extremely pure spiritual fog turned into torrents, madly devoured and refined by his body, and then entirely poured into his dantian's sea of qi.

His sea of qi, which had originally reached the absolute pinnacle of Foundation Establishment and could no longer advance an inch, now seemed to have some sort of shackle torn open.

The barriers were shattering inch by inch!

The sea of qi was expanding madly!

Within his dantian, the phantom of that magnificent, ancient, and boundless palace began to slowly solidify.

The Heavenly Palace was being forged!

However, the very instant the Heavenly Palace appeared.

An unexpected change occurred!

The entire mountain range of the Xiangsi Sect began to tremble violently without any warning!

That plaza newly repaired by Li Fan's Dao companion...

Cracked open again.

In an instant, it was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, emitting an overwhelmed hum!

Within the Xiangsi Sect, all the disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a shudder originating from the depths of their bloodlines at this moment.

They looked up in horror.

They saw the sky above the Xiangsi Sect with swirling winds and clouds, as spiritual energy ran amok.

An unimaginably massive spiritual energy vortex was slowly taking shape in the firmament.

The center of the vortex was as black as ink, bottomless, as if connecting to some unknown, terrifying world.

Such an anomalous phenomenon had long exceeded the scope of Core Formation!

In Su Jiu's courtyard.

Su Jiu suddenly rushed out of her room. She looked up at the apocalyptic scene in the sky, her pretty face as pale as paper.

Right at this moment, a lazy voice, carrying a bit of annoyance, rang clearly in her ears.

Damn it.

Isn't this commotion... a bit too big?

Then.

Su Jiu heard another angry curse from Hui Xing: Su Ji, what are you pretending to be this time?

Now you know the commotion is big?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

You are so rich you can throw spirit stones around, but you don't know how to set up a few concealment arrays?

Love showing off in front of others?

Making such a huge scene, do you have a death wish?

In an instant, the heavenly phenomena, along with a hint of purple that was just beginning to show itself, were snuffed out.

Su Ji gasped when he saw this scene.

Close!

He was almost discovered by The Wardens!

Damn The Wardens!

He had no desire to be trampled underfoot and kneaded at will by The Wardens!